Date: Sat, 19 Sep 2009 05:54:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780
Subject: New Horizons Ch 108
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Chapter One-hundred Eight: New Horizons
After dinner, Daniel called his full staff in for a meeting. He added
Arthur and Linda, and had Elizabeth on a conference line.
"Elizabeth, you and I have talked, but for the sake of everyone being on
the same page, I want to repeat what we agreed to earlier. In
consideration of your friendship and support of the New Horizons program,
and of the boys themselves, you are getting exclusive story rights to what
is about to happen within the next couple of days. What we are discussing
here is to be kept in absolute confidence. The success of the plan will
depend heavily on surprise. You may tell Walter Andrez only after he has
given his word that he, too, will keep the confidence."
"Agreed," Elizabeth replied over the speaker phone.
"Good," Daniel stated for the record. "For the benefit of those that were
not in the discussions we had earlier today, I'll try to give you a brief
synopsis of the events and the plan. For those who were in the earlier
discussions, I'll tell you that I have been on the phone again this
afternoon with the governor's office.
"As all of you know, there was a short list of boys that the state thought
should have been surrendered to us during this last court session, but they
weren't. As luck would have it, circumstances had Mary Holmes with us and
she told us about some of the things she discovered her ex-husband had been
doing. He was having sexual encounters and torturing boys at the so-called
gentlemen's clubs along the southeast Florida coast. I won't go into
detail; it isn't necessary.
"Mary went on line, at our request, to try and locate a web site for the
club she knew her husband frequented. There were pictures of boys on the
site. The pictures also listed each boy's slave number, as required by
law. However, with our experience and knowledge, we quickly realized that
the slave numbers were bogus. We did find enough similarities in the
numbers and description of the boys that made us think we had found one of
the missing boys. Further investigation revealed we had possibly found
several of the missing boys."
"Any idea why the police, or state, didn't go after them?" Carl Lewis
asked.
"No. However, during a conversation with the governor and other officials
today, I learned that these clubs have been under surveillance. The state
suspects the clubs are being used as a front for illegal slavery. They mix
kids kidnapped from here and abroad and brought in by boat. Our guess is
that they didn't want anyone talking about their activities.
"Right now, Ron Wilson is working through the state police. Arthur is
working with a couple of attorneys and judges to get the warrants that are
required. The governor does not want any of this leaked to the public or
media. He's afraid the principals will panic and run; possibly doing harm
to some of the slaves to keep them from talking. We are putting together a
task force as I speak."
"Can you share any of the details for executing the raids?" Carl asked.
"I can tell you that it will primarily be state police. Some local support
will be called in at the last minute. No one has shared with me exactly
how that will be done. This afternoon we also discussed having EMTs on
site, just in case. We have aerial photos and maps of the sites so they
can be thoroughly surrounded before beginning the raid. There are six
sites that will be hit simultaneously."
"What can we do to help?" Mark asked.
"Mark, I'd like for you to talk to a couple of the boys and see if they
would be willing to come with us. We all know that the boys will respond
better to someone your age and the boys than they will an older adult.
Talk to Kevin and possibly Nathan or Richard. Their counselor tells me
that they have adjusted pretty quickly and I think they will be better able
to understand any apprehensions the boys we find will have."
"Daniel," Bernard Hofstetter spoke up. "Where do you plan on taking these
boys? Do we have any idea how many boys we are really talking about?"
"We're trying to arrange for a holding facility that's not in the slave
facilities down there, nor in a jail. We're thinking more in terms of a
juvenile facility that's set up like a dorm. I doubt seriously that the
boys would be willing to trust us if we took them to the slave facility.
It's possible that one or more of the boys may have to go to the hospital
for treatment; we don't really know at this point.
"As far as numbers go, all we know now is that there is a list of
thirty-seven boys that have been identified as not being surrendered. Are
there more? There's also at least one more critical question to ask: if
these people have engaged in illegal activities and are placed under
arrest, what happens to the other slaves? I don't have those answers at
this time."
"Dan'l," Mark had been with the boys so long that he pronounced Daniel's
name like the boys. "What's our time frame?"
"Two days; three, max. I wish it didn't have to be that long, but there
are logistics that must be dealt with. All we can do is hope that a boy
doesn't get seriously hurt in the interim."
* * * *
The raid required that warrants be issued in three different counties. The
judges in West Palm Beach and Dade Counties were highly cooperative. The
judge in Broward County, while claiming that he wanted to cooperate, wasn't
sure there was reasonable cause to issue the warrant. Daniel and Arthur
had to take Jeremy to the courthouse to see the judge in closed chambers.
There, Jeremy had to again recount some the horrors he had experienced and
tell the judge about the cells and dungeons. In addition, they had the
list of boys that were not surrendered to the state and the records showing
they were supposed to be in the area. Finally, the judge consented to
signing the warrants.
The judge's reluctance to sign the warrants caused some suspicion among the
law enforcement personnel. Those clubs had been targeted for raids in the
past. Each time a raid was made, the lawmen did not find the evidence they
knew had been on the premises as little as twenty-four hours earlier. The
fact that so many raids had failed under suspicious circumstances caused
the lawmen to speculate that someone was tipping off management. Could it
be the judge or a member of his staff?
Unmarked cars began arriving at their assigned locations in mid-afternoon.
The undercover lawmen left their vehicles and wandered down the street just
as any citizen would. The lawmen returned to their vehicles in what
appeared to be a random sequence of events to any observer. It was a
carefully timed and executed plan. The plan was to place the cars a few at
a time so they didn't attract too much attention. At the last minute, the
marked cars, together with medical and other support personnel would move
into their assigned places.
Cars were parked in front of the clubs, across the street, behind the main
club in the alley, and on the far side of the warehouse facility. If the
warehouse had any doors in its sides, cars were also placed there. Where
possible, men were placed on roof tops to observe any activities on the
ground. The appointed time for the raids was seven PM.
Daniel accompanied the group that was assigned to raid the club identified
by Jeremy. With him were Arthur, Elizabeth and Linda, who adamantly
refused to allow Jeremy to go without her being with him. Behind Daniel
were Brad and Patrick. They stayed in the van in which they were riding
until the officers entered the club. The officers knew there were alarm
buttons at the reception counter and needed to be able to move quickly,
without fear of a civilian being injured, to secure the front of the club.
When an officer signaled Daniel that the club was secure, Daniel and his
group entered.
"Mr. Thompson, this man's ID states that his name is Alex. We secured the
area before he was able to press any alarm buttons," an officer told Daniel
as another officer put handcuffs on the man.
"There's video cameras, too," Jeremy told Daniel. "They have another room
where somebody's supposed to be watchin'."
"The surveillance room is secured, too, Lieutenant," an officer called out.
"Jeremy, do you recognize this man?" Daniel asked.
"Jeremy?" Alex asked in a confused tone. "I don't know what they mean by
calling you Jeremy, but I know you. What are you doin' lookin' at me? You
trashy slut, whore! You're not good enough to look at people. I oughta
have you . . . . . uuuuuuuugggghhhhhh," Alex's voice changed from dominant
to air forcefully escaping his lungs as he sank to the floor wondering if
he would ever walk again.
"Sorry." Arthur looked down at Alex and smiled, which was more of a smirk,
as the man sank to the floor. "Did my knee get in the way of your balls?
Talk to him like that again and it will be your teeth on the floor."
Jeremy was initially stunned until he realized what had happened. He
looked at Arthur who just smiled and gave Jeremy a little wink. When
Jeremy understood that Arthur had kneed Alex in the groin, he smiled. The
smile was the result of both knowing that Alex got what he deserved and
that Arthur had stood up for him.
"Mr. Dan'l, look back here," Patrick said as he watched something under the
counter.
Daniel walked behind the counter where he saw a bank of small monitors. It
was obvious from what they saw on three monitors that the entertainment
rooms were wired for video and sound. Four rooms were empty and three more
screens were blank. In two of the three rooms that were occupied, it was
obvious that young, teenage boys were being used by adult men. In the
third room, the 'host' appeared to be someone around twenty or so. He was
being stuck in both ends and it appeared to be pretty rough.
"Jeremy, can you show us where these rooms are?" one of the police
officers asked.
Jeremy, at first startled from not realizing someone was behind him,and
having blocked out the activity around him when Arthur had defended him,
turned to face the officer.
"Yes, sir, there's a hall behind that curtain. The rooms are on each side.
There's a number on each door. The rooms have electric locks; that was to
keep any of us from thinkin' about escapin' when the customer left.
There's a master key somewhere up here they used in case the electricity
failed."
"Well, when they didn't worry about the electricity failing, how did they
unlock the doors?" the officer asked.
"There's a button on the wall next to the door. When it's pushed it sends
a signal somewhere for the door to be unlocked. I never knew where."
Just then Linda and Elizabeth walked in from outside. They saw Alex
sprawled out on the floor with his hands cuffed behind his back. The two
women looked behind the counter and spotted the screens. They knew where
they were and what they might expect to see or hear. However, seeing the
two young boys being treated roughly and the older boy pounded by two older
men made them feel distraught; their natural motherly instincts surfaced.
Both ladies knew what Jeremy, and other boys, had been made to do. Knowing
it and seeing it were two different things.
"Linda, Elizabeth," Arthur spoke to the ladies in a calm voice, "You may
want to consider staying here. When we find these boys we'll bring them
out this way."
"No, I can handle it. This may be the story of the decade. Besides, I
want to see what kind of low-lifes are treating these boys like this,"
Elizabeth declared, still looking distraught.
"Where you and Jeremy go, I go," Linda stated in a matter-of-fact tone. "I
came to stay by Jeremy and I won't leave him now."
When the master key was located, Jeremy led two officers, followed by
Daniel and Arthur, down the hall. Behind Daniel and Arthur were two more
officers followed by Patrick and Brad. Jeremy knew which rooms were being
used and quickly pointed them out to the officers. He stepped away from
the door and waited for the officers to do their job. A quick twist of the
key gave them entry to the first room.
"WHAT THE . . . ." the man screamed, stopping when he recognized the police
uniforms. "What's this about? I'm not doin' anything illegal. He's a
whore slave and I paid for him!"
"We're sure you believe that's true, mister, and we're about to find out,"
the officer stated in a very business like tone.
"WHO THE HELL ARE ALL THESE PEOPLE? I DEMAND YOU GET THEM OUT OF HERE.
NOW!!" The man screamed as Daniel and Arthur walked in with the other two
officers.
"Councilman, it's good to see you," one of the officers commented calmly to
the screaming man.
Daniel, who was as surprised as anyone in the room, looked at the man. He
stood a little over six feet and had a muscular build. The muscular build
was also accented by a little extra weight that some people described as
the beginning of a beer belly. The man wore only a black leather thong
with leather straps criss-crossing his hairy chest. His chest was covered
in salt and pepper hair that matched the hair on his head; at least the
part that still had hair on it. He also wore black leather gloves that
extended almost to his elbow and flared as they neared the elbow. In his
right hand he held a whip consisting of pieces of leather, each about two
feet long. Daniel wanted to reach out and twist the rings that ran through
the man's nipples.
The man began to scream again when he heard the whirring and clicking
sounds of a camera.
"STOP THAT! YOU DON'T HAVE PERMISS . . ."
The councilman became very quiet when a very large, very muscular, and very
tall policeman stepped into the councilman's face.
Daniel turned his attention to the boy who had been suffering at the hands
of this 'man'. The boy could not have been more than thirteen or fourteen
years old. His wrists were tied together and he hung from a hook at the
end of a chain suspended from the ceiling. The boy's feet were spread and
securely tied to rings in the floor. The boy hung limp, exhausted, his
body was covered in streaks of sweat with some blood mixed in. His eyes
begged for compassion. Daniel reached around the boy to support his weight
and take the pressure off his arms.
"aaaaaahhhhh," the boy cried out, barely above a whisper.
Patrick spotted a control panel and began pushing buttons until he found
the button that lowered the chain. One of the policemen untied the boy's
feet. Daniel and another policeman lifted the boy to release his arms.
When he was free, Daniel gently let the boy slide down and lay on the
floor. When the boy was in a comfortable position, Daniel looked at his
back. The whipping the councilman had subjected the boy to was obvious.
Daniel stood to face the councilman, filled with rage.
"If I had my way you would be the one hanging from that chain right now
tasting that whip."
The man glared at Daniel until the policeman who had been standing in his
face bumped him to remind him he was still there. The senior officer
stepped in and suggested to the councilman that he might want to get
dressed, but he was not to leave the building. The officer then pulled out
a list of the boys they were looking for.
"Easy son, it's okay." Daniel wanted to reassure the boy. Before Daniel
could say anything else, someone stepped around him and behind the boy.
Daniel realized it was an EMT who very quickly, and efficiently, took the
boy's vitals. When he was finished he nodded to Daniel who had stepped
away to give the EMT room to work.
"Will he be alright?" Daniel asked as the EMT examined the boy's wounds.
"It looks like mainly bruises and some cuts from the whip. They worked him
over pretty good so he's going to be sore, but I can give him something to
make him more comfortable. We aren't supposed to give slaves anything
without their master's permission, but we're making an exception here."
"We don't know that he's a slave," Daniel informed the EMT and then
directed his attention to the boy.
"Son, what's your name?" Daniel felt the boy tense up as he asked the
question.
"Four, master," the boy answered, trying to divert his eyes and get up.
"Stay down," Daniel told him. "It's okay."
"Mr. Daniel," Brad approached and knelt beside Daniel. "Jeremy said to
look behind his ear and there's probably a tattoo of a number. The masters
tell the boys that the number is their new name."
The boy, number four, winced and whimpered as the EMT applied a salve to
his back. Tears ran down his cheeks.
"He's hurting," Daniel said to the EMT. "Isn't there something you can
spray on his back to numb it? When it's numb we'll clean him up and apply
any ointment or salve he needs." While Daniel waited on the EMT, he turned
his attention back to the boy. There was the number four tattooed behind
his left ear.
"Brad, can you stay here with him while the EMT does his work? Just try to
keep him calm and reassure him that he's not in trouble. We need to check
the other rooms."
"I'll stay with Brad and the boy until the EMT finishes," Linda offered.
"I'll catch up with you shortly."
The police were already moving ahead of Daniel and his group. Rather than
opening just the doors that Jeremy had identified, they were opening each
door as they came to them. The next two rooms were empty. The third door
was opened; the room wasn't empty.
In this room was the young man entertaining two men. Daniel looked at the
scene. As they entered they could hear the young man trying to scream, the
sound muffled by his throat being filled by a man's organ.
"Daniel," Arthur spoke. "Remember, this is a B & D club. You should know
that what we'll find won't be nice. I see the anger building in you."
Daniel knew that Arthur was right. However, being right did not make this
job any easier; nor did it erase memories.
"Hey! This is private!" one of the men yelled.
"Not any more," a policeman responded. "It's also over."
Daniel looked at the boy and realized he wasn't as old as Daniel had
thought, seeing him on the video screen. The boy was on his back on a
padded horse. His arms had been pulled down and secured to the horse's
legs. His feet were clamped in stirrups suspended from the ceiling. The
legs on the horse were adjusted to give the men the comfort and angle they
wanted. The boys head hung off the end to make oral penetration easier.
The other man had been ramming an oversized dildo up the young man's
rectum.
When the police walked in the men were initially stunned and froze. When
they realized several policemen were coming in, they withdrew from the boy.
Before the men could say anything else, a policeman pointed to their
clothes. The men got the message and began dressing. While one policeman
talked to the men, Daniel approached the boy. He lifted the boy's head and
could see that he had been crying. Daniel held the boy's head while Arthur
released his ankles. When the restraints were removed, they helped the boy
move over to a bench.
"Are you alright?" Arthur asked.
"Yes, master," the boy answered looking down at the floor. "Master, did I
do wrong? Did I not satisfy the men?"
"What's your name?" Arthur asked without answering the boy's question.
"Number . . . "
"No, not your number, your name," Arthur repeated in a calm tone.
"My name?" the boy repeated, sounding confused. "Dominic, Master. My name
was Dominic."
"Dominic," Daniel addressed the boy. "If you can, we need for you to stand
up and show us your slave identification number."
The boy stood and turned to face the wall. Bending at the waist, he spread
his legs so the strangers could see the number tattooed on the inside of
his thigh. Arthur knelt down to read the number.
"It's a match, Daniel,' Arthur said smiling as he stood. "He's one of the
boys we're looking for."
"Dominic, you need to sit down," Arthur said, still smiling.
"Dominic," Daniel said. "Listen to what I say to you very carefully. You
are no longer a slave. You are a free person. Do you understand?"
The boy looked at Daniel, confused and afraid. He looked at Arthur and
then back to Daniel; finally he looked at Elizabeth. He knew he wasn't
supposed to look at a free person, but he was too confused.
"Free?" was the boy's only response.
Elizabeth approached the young man and placed a hand on each cheek, cupping
his face.
"It's true," she said looking him straight in the eyes. "You are free."
Dominic looked at Elizabeth. Without another word he began to cry. Daniel
and Arthur stepped away, leaving Elizabeth to comfort the boy, and informed
the senior police officer.
"Well, that's what we were hoping for," the officer replied. "According to
our instructions we are now obligated to shut this whole facility down and
arrest the employees and owners. They will face felony charges of their
own and could wind up right back here, but this time not as paid workers."
When Daniel and Arthur accompanied the police out of the room, Elizabeth
remained with Dominic. She would let him cry and then try to explain the
situation to him. Jeremy never entered the room but was waiting as the men
continued down the hall.
"Jeremy, are you okay? Would you like to wait up front?" Arthur asked.
"I'm . . .I'm alright. It's just . . . .well, it kinda reminds me of some
times that wasn't alright." Jeremy looked at Arthur. Without saying
anything, Arthur placed an arm around the boy's shoulders and they walked
together.
"There's not gonna be anymore rooms bein' used from what we saw up front,"
Jeremy announced to the group.
Everyone knew what that meant. The third monitor was in the warehouse
separate from the facility they were now in. They would have to walk
through the tunnel and enter the area where the holding cells and dungeons
were located.
"Jeremy, Arthur was right," Daniel told the boy. "You don't need to be
here. We can handle this."
"I know, but somehow, something inside me says I need ta do this."
Jeremy's voice shook, letting the men know the boy was frightened. Jeremy
put an arm around Arthur's waist and pulled himself closer to the man.
The group moved slowly through the tunnel. The air was colder and felt
damp. Daniel turned and noticed that Jeremy was walking with measured
steps, his eyes closed.
"We're almost there," Jeremy said to no one in particular. "We should
start goin' up. Then it's six steps to the door."
Daniel placed his hand on the shoulder of the policeman that was leading
the group. They moved to the side to let Jeremy complete his walk. Jeremy
apparently took his six steps and stopped. Arthur could feel the boy
trembling and knew it wasn't from being cold. Two feet in front of Jeremy
was the door. Jeremy opened his eyes.
"When we go through here, the cells and showers are that way," Jeremy
pointed to his left. "The dungeons are straight ahead and over the other
way. There's three dungeons and a punishment room."
"According to the monitors, there's only one dungeon being used," Daniel
commented. "Let's go in and stop this."
The policeman used the key to unlock and open the door. As the door opened
the group could hear what sounded like muffled screams. Mixed with the
screams was boisterous laughter.
When the group entered the warehouse the lead policeman sent two officers
towards the area occupied by the cells; Patrick accompanied them. Taking a
few more steps forward, they were able to identify which dungeon was being
used. They stepped up to the door and read a sign that said "DeSade's
Castle". Jeremy held up his hand as a signal for the others to wait.
"I know that voice. He's the one that beat me so much and said he was
gonna sell me to the meat market so they could make dog food outta me."
Jeremy had stopped trembling. Fear was replaced with a deep-seated anger.
"I want to go in first."
Arthur and Daniel looked at one another and then the policeman. The
policeman looked at the men and Jeremy, and shrugged his shoulders.
"Jeremy," Arthur said quietly, but very seriously. "Okay, you go first.
Just remember, we are right behind you."
No one knew what Jeremy was going to do, not even Jeremy. They did know
that when he heard that voice, the voice of the man who had persecuted him,
his whole demeanor changed. When the door opened everyone froze for a
moment when they saw the two boys. Two men sat in arm chairs holding
drinks as they watched and laughed at the boys' misery. They were unaware
that the door had been opened and people were entering.
One boy sat in a wooden chair with a straight back. His arms were secured
to the chairs arms by straps fastened at the wrist and near the elbow.
Each of his legs was likewise strapped to a leg of the chair. There
appeared to be something below the chair that made a whirring sound and
they could see something moving. Attached to the boy's penis was a milking
hose. Electrical wires were attached to his nipples and appeared to be
attached to his testicles. The boy's eyes were closed and squeezed tight
as he tried to scream through a large ball gag.
The second boy was being crucified. Wires were also attached to his
nipples and testicles. He, too, tried to scream through a ball gag.
Jeremy stepped in front of the two men.
"What the . . . .? Who the fuck are you?!" one of the men demanded in a
threatening tone. Jeremy looked at the man and then took a slave rest
stance.
"Master, don't you remember me?" Jeremy said quietly in an almost
effeminate voice.
"Who the fuck are you that I should remember you?" The man stood in a
threatening pose. Two policemen ran to his side holding tasers. "What the
hell's goin' on here?"
"Master? Do you not remember me? Your favorite boy?"
"Get outta here! All of you! I don't know what the fuck you're talkin'
about. How would you like me to give you something to remember me?" When
the man hinted he might make a move for Jeremy, the officers stepped closer
and slightly ahead of him.
"Master, I am hurt that you do not remember me," Jeremy said in the
effeminate voice. His voice suddenly changed to a hard tone, filled with
anger. "Maybe this will help." Suddenly Jeremy stripped off all his
clothes.
"Do you recognize me now?" Jeremy asked contemptuously. "You'd never seen
me with clothes. Do you remember me now? You were going to sell me for
dog food."
The man looked up in surprise, a look of recognition in his eyes. When he
moved toward Jeremy, the officer didn't hesitate to hit him with the taser.
"AAAAAAHHHHH . . .!" the man screamed as he fell to his knees. Jeremy
approached him.
"What's wrong? You laughed when you used those things on us. You called
us pussies and wimps and trash. Remember how much fun you had using the
tasers and whips on us?" Jeremy approached the man and grabbed two
handfuls of hair, pushing the man's head back.
"Do you remember doing this?" Jeremy asked as he kicked out and the man
gasped as his hands went to his groin. Jeremy did not release the man's
head.
"Remember doing this to one of the boys?" Jeremy said more than asked as he
brought a knee under the man's chin. "That was for them, and this is for
me." Jeremy kicked the man again and let him go as the man feell to the
floor.
As the man writhed around on the floor, Jeremy began cursing, shouting
obscenities at the man. While he shouted he dropped to his knees and his
fists flailed through the air. Jeremy didn't care where he hit the man; he
just needed to hit him. The physical exertion caused sweat to form on his
body. The adults stepped back and let the boy vent. It wasn't long before
his arms became heavy and he was emotionally drained, exhausted. All that
was left now was the crying.
"Jeremy," Arthur said softly, approaching the boy.
Linda, hearing all the screaming, had entered the room and witnessed
Jeremy's venting. "Jeremy?" she said barely above a whisper.
Jeremy looked up at Arthur and then, upon hearing Linda, looked over to
her. The only sounds in the room were the EMTs tending to the two tortured
boys. Jeremy let Arthur man help him stand. Jeremy stood, still crying,
his shoulders drooping as he slowly took small steps towards Linda, who was
holding her arms out to him.
"Mama . . .?" he whispered as he fell into her arms.
She wrapped a mother's loving arms around him and let him slide back down
to the floor. The boy rolled into her and curled into a fetal position,
still crying.
"It's okay, baby. It's over now . . .It's over." Silent tears ran down
her cheeks as she looked up to her husband and then Daniel.
Arthur and Daniel watched Linda cradle Jeremy and give him a mother's love
which he so desperately craved. The two men looked at one another, saying
nothing. Neither needed to say anything, they both knew. After a couple
of minutes Arthur approached his wife and the boy. He knelt and slipped
his arms under Jeremy.
"It's okay, son. No one will ever hurt you like that again." He paused
while Jeremy turned his head towards Arthur. "It's time to go home."
Arthur stood, cradling the naked boy in his arms. Jeremy wrapped his arms
around the man's neck as the three of them walked away.
End Ch 108
To Be Continued
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